Redwin Emberhorn would lean back at his chair as he would look up to the sun set. He would take puffs from his wooden carved pipe and would have a cottonwood honey bear at his free hand. "well... oi t'ink t'e 'arvest will be great t'is year.." He would say looking over the small river that flows between the crops. He would hear the sheep making their usual noise. "aa' seems loike t'e sheep a'e back in numbers... good cuz we will 'ave to kill 'alf of t'em so t'at t'ere can be Yemekars balance loike all t'ings should be..." He would say before focussing back to the sun set with a bright smile on his face.